Iron County register., 1887-06-30
The Captains Money.
A Tale of Buried Treasure, Cuban Revolt
and Adventure Upon the Seas
BY JAMES FRANKLIN Fits.
1Copyrtght, 1887, 6y The A. NJ Kellogg Newspaper
Conpdny.l
I'M -FOUR PARTS.

PART I.-CHAPTER H.-CoNTINUED.
The words were accompanied by a
significant gesture, which plainly in
dicated the putting on of handouts.
The sailor understood it, and his face
actually turned purple with rage. He
clenched his fists, and there is no tell
ing what indiscretion he might have
committed had not Louis Hunter inter-
posed. The young man addressed the
angry Spaniards in their own Ian
guage, with fiuency that showed him
to be well acquainted with the tongue.
He spoke rapidly for a moment,
when the faces of the Spaniards re-
laxed, and one of them smiled broad
ly. Both joined in the words: Isl,
senor," lifted their hats with Castilian
politeness, and again fixed their eyes
upon the platform.
81 know little of that gibberish
myself" said the sailor to his compan-
ion. II heard you say 'old man. and
foolish fellow Now, my lad, who
told you to apologize to those stuck-up
dons for me? I'll bet you another sill
yer dollar that I can whip both of them
together"
81 shouldn't wonder, uncle; but I
was afraid, from the way you have
been going on here, that you would
never get bsck to the ship safely unless
you could whip the whole of Captain
General Concha's army, too-which /
hardly think you'd like to undertake..
For my part, L don't want to spend
even one night in Moro Castle: and I'm
pretty certain that after do get back
to the ship, I'll not appear in Havana
again with you.
''You won't be urged to-" the sailor
retorted.
you'd said quite enough to put you
where the American Government would
have trouble to find you," continued
Louis. 81 believe that if l hadn't
stepped in and smoothed out affairs
with those dons, we should each of us
be in charge of file of soldiers now"
The sailor had an angry rejoinder
on his lips, when his attention. as well
as that of his companion, was directed
again to the platform. The occurrences
which this chapter has described Were
of but few minutes duration, and
while they had been transpiring, Cen
eral Lopez had made his fruitless ap-
peal to be allowed to speak to the peo-
pie, and had taken his seat in the
garrote-chair. When the sailors eyes
were again turned toward him, one OF
the guards was clasping the fatal col
lar about his neck.
'.Do you see," whispered the sailor
(for what had Just occurred had really
made him cautieus), ''that he's looking
this way?'
..He couldn't well look anywhere but
straight to the front, with that iron
collar on"
"No, no-don't you see that his eyes
are looking straight toward us? HI
don't appear to see the crowd at all
he sees somebody that he knows"
81 believe have not the honor of the
illustrious Liberator's acquaintance
Have you?'
IF you were not called my nephew
Louis Hunter, I'd knock you down TO
that remark No-I don't know that
ever saw General Lopez before; but
should consider it an honor to hav
Sucn q man LOOK 1T lHe. CuSG lOoh Z,
him now-I'll be swallowed by sea
serpents if he amt smiling! o, tn
brave man!-may Heaven receive him
Iwish 1 dared to take off my hat t
him. I really believe he's lookin
right at me.
The bluff and impufsive sailors mis-
take was perfectly natural. In tina
awful moment, upon the verge {
death, with his fieeting thoughts turne
upon fair Cuba for which he was t
die, the eyes of General Lopez, as the
surveyed the vast concourse. were al
rested by familiar and friendly face
His own expressive face lighted up
the sight; something like smile vi:
tied it; one last affectionate look h
gave to him he had recognized, befor
the black curtain of death descended be
tween him and that glorious Septen
Der day.
The man who had arrested his after
ton was not the sailor. 1t was til
man in the sombrero and white due
suit, who stood just in front of th
sailor.